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OH MY GODDDDD MY HEARTTTT 💕

the same deep water as you

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without you i'm nothing 🥀

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“Allow Me to Demonstrate” aka Reviewer Husk has me at a chokehold, the way I screamed in my heart 😭 now here is a memorialized version of it beCAUSE ITS SO SOFFFFTTT IM DE C E A S E D D D D 🩷

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mean minds ༄☁︎︎

Angel’s having bad thoughts about his body, so you comfort him!!

MFM/MFA, SFW, PILLOWY COMFORT

MILD TW: MENTIONS OF SA, MENTIONS OF SH, DRUG ABUSE

You knew there was something wrong the second you saw the state that Angel was in.

— ❤︎︎ —

You knocked on Angel’s door, excited to finally have a day off together. He didn’t respond like usual. “Angel?” You asked, knocking again. Then, you heard it.

Sniffling. Choking. Sobbing. Crying.

You slowly creaked open the door, peaking your head inside. There was a soft neon glow from Angel’s pink LED lights, some smoke in the air that smelled of artificial cotton candy, wigs and makeup thrown over Angel’s vanity, and he was curled up in his bed. He was snuggling his pig, Fat Nuggets, and he had on an oversized baby pink hoodie, the hood over his face as he quietly sobbed into his pillows. There was a mirror and some straws on his vanity stand, some lines on it.

Carefully, you came inside. “Angel..? Are you okay?” You asked in a quiet voice. He looked at you, and fuck, he looked terrible. His eyes were red and puffy, so he must’ve been crying for a long time, and his bottom lip was quivering.

The second you were close enough, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, making you fall into his bed with a squeak. Fat Nuggets oinked and licked your face, making you smile sheepishly. “I’m not disturbing you, am I?” You asked Angel. All he did was shake your head and nuzzle his face into your hair, smelling your shampoo and sighing warmly. He was trembling a little, but you knew that your warmth was somewhat calming him down.

Angel eventually stopped crying. And you asked, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked, your arms around his waist. Angel sighed shakily, and he managed to choke out, “.. I fuckin’ hate my body, toots.” You gazed up at him. “Huh?” “I said I hate my body.” “But.. Why?” You asked, utterly confused. To you, Angel was a fucking goddess. You loved his arms, his fluffy chest, his soft locks, his mismatching irises-everything about him, you adored and constantly worshipped, and told him just how amazing and beautiful he was to you.

He sighed and squeezed you, finally letting it all out. “Val put me through the ringer tonight.. That’s why I’ve only been back at the hotel for an hour. Just, what those guys do ta me.. It makes my stomach twist. I almost got sick when I came home jus’ because-“ Angel was cut off with his own sniffle. You tenderly rubbed his back, encouraging him to continue. “.. It doesn’ even feel good anymore, toots… The way they treat me, so brutal and animalistic, I feel like.. Like I don’ deserve to be treated the way you treat me. Gentle, and loving.” That’s when Angel burst into tears again, holding you tight.

He kinda had your face nearly suffocating in his chest, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was making him feel safe, clean, and loved again. “Oh, Angel..” you whispered. “Those guys on set? They’re assholes, okay? They don’t matter. Val doesn’t matter. I can assure you, none of them matter. I love you, okay?” You said, leaning up to chastely kiss Angel’s neck. “How can I make it better, hm?” You asked, nuzzling his jaw sweetly. Angel sniffed and shrugged slightly. “Do you want me just to lay here with you?” You asked. He nodded into your hair before speaking again. “I’d appreciate that, toots.”

— ❤︎︎ —

The next morning, you woke up when you heard the shower running in Angel’s en-suite bathroom. You groaned and rolled over, missing Angel’s warmth. You sat up, and you saw him in his silk pink robe. He gazed at you, ruffled your hair, kissed your cheek and said sweetly, “Mornin’, toots.” You smiled at the soft gestures. “Good morning,” you responded. You heard the shower, perking your head up at it. Angel noticed your curiosity and asked slyly, “Wanna join me, toots? I wouldn’ blame ya,” he said with a smirk, pushing up his chest fluff enticingly. You rolled your eyes. “I guess.. But no funny business, okay?”

The shower was steaming hot and provided both you and Angel lots of comfort. You were tender as you washed each other. When you both came out, your hair smelled of strawberry mint shampoo. You dried each other off mutually before getting into cozy clothes. He snuggled you in bed, sighing happily. For once in a long time, Angel felt three emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time that he’d been longing for: clean, loved, and safe.

He felt safe with me, and that’s what mattered most.

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Under the Table

Alastor x female reader

Summary: You and alastor play footsie under the table..

A/N- drafts, drafts and more drafts , Also I had a request for some fluff alastor x female reader sooo why not play footsie under the table?🤪

Charlie had put you and the Radio Demon in charge of some reading for one of her activities, or something like that; you weren't paying attention. So, here you were, sitting across from the Radio Demon with your eyes going left to right. You were too much in your own world to realize that a pointed shoe rubbed against yours. Not letting his guard down, as he never seemed to drop his smile, that's what he did.

You kept reading, thinking he did it accidentally, but that wasn't the case; it was definitely on purpose. He then put his shoe against yours for a little bit, his red eyes fixed on you to get some type of reaction. Nothing. So, Alastor had to up his game. With his eyes locked on you, he gently started to caress your foot with his shoe. That's when you took your eyes off the book that was laid out in front of you and looked at the Radio Demon through your eyelashes.

Alastor didn't stop; he kept doing it, meanwhile keeping eye contact with you, earning a head tilt from you as you looked under the table to see what chaos was being caused. His pointed shoe continued to slide softly against yours, making sure that you could definitely feel it—and you definitely did. You looked above the table at him, and he was staring right back at you again, his red eyes boring into yours and still grinning. You hated that stupid grin because he was very hard to read sometimes.

"Stop that," you said, and he pulled his foot back slightly. You went back to reading and taking notes, but he didn't stop; wanting to push you more, he moved his foot back near yours but left it there.

"Why did you choose violence today?" you asked, and he shrugged, then moved his foot back under the table. You let out a sigh, rolled your eyes, then went back to the task at hand. It was peaceful for a few minutes until you felt his foot back at it again, but he was being more gentle than before, almost like a feather brushing against skin. That's when you decided to fight back and moved your own foot to stop his.

The Radio Demon put his foot on top of yours again; you placed your other one on top of his. That's when it all started—the classic game of footsie. You looked up at the deer demon, and his eyes never left yours ever since he started whatever silly game between the two of you. He was still smiling. His foot was much bigger than yours, and you had to practically scoot down to meet his foot, but of course, with his tall structure, he had no issue. Placing your foot back on his, he then gently pushed back against your foot. You couldn't help but smile, feeling your cheeks flush.

Alastor, the ever so mischievous one, leaned in closer with his arms resting on the table. You were still trying to figure out what was going through his twisted little mind. Before you knew it, he was getting closer to you, his face inching closer. Suddenly, your heart started to race. You had to admit you had a teeny crush on the Radio Demon; he was charming and funny. What more was there not to like, right? You had no idea if he knew your heart was racing or not.

"What are you hiding?" you furrowed your eyebrow, and he only replied with a sly grin.

"You're always up to something," you said as you continued to play footsie, which felt like forever. In a blink of an eye, Alastor's foot started to move towards your ankle, and you looked at him curiously. He kept moving his foot upward until he reached your calf. You gasped.

The Deer Demon smiled but then stopped. That's when the Princess of Hell walked in, and Alastor just played it off cool, and you went back to reading. He then slowly tried to move his foot to your knee again. Looking at him through your eyelashes, he definitely knew about your crush on him, and in fact, your heart was racing at the contact. You attempted to push his foot off your knee with your own foot but ended up banging your knee under the table. "GAH!"

Alastor chuckled softly. "What's going on with you two?" Charlie asked, and Alastor looked up at Charlie, pretending that he wasn't doing anything and that nothing was happening under the table. You gave it away slightly when you glared at him at the fact that he was trying to play innocent. He only kept a straight face, maintaining his usual smile, as he looked at Charlie, but he almost slipped when Charlie looked in-between the two of you.

"Nothing, my dear Charlie, just some harmless teasing," Alastor replied with some animated hand gestures and looked over at you, who was still glaring, then back over at the Princess. Silence filled the room as she just stared, and Alastor grinned.

"Alright then! Keep up the great work, you two!" Charlie said excitedly with a thumbs up and walked away. You tossed a crumpled piece of paper at the demon who still sat in front of you. He chuckled.

"I hate you," you pointed a finger at him as if you're accusing. Alastor only leaned in close. "No, you don't."

"Pardon?"

"Some birdie told me you have a crush on me," he said in a sing-song tone.

"That's outrageous," you pushed.

"You blush when I get close to you," he argued back. You could tell he was proud of his answer; your eyes searched his red ones, with him smiling mischievously.

"I do not."

"And you blushed when we were playing footsie before," he noticed.

"No..."

"You most certainly did."

You rose from your chair and slammed your hands on the table. He grinned; oh boy, did he like how agitated you were getting. "Yeah, well... you're just..." Your mind went blank.

"Just?" he looked at you, still grinning. "I hate you." You blushed and stormed away. He let out a laugh, then shouted after you.

"I love that you hate me, dear."

And that was the end of that.

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mean minds ༄☁︎︎

Angel’s having bad thoughts about his body, so you comfort him!!

MFM/MFA, SFW, PILLOWY COMFORT

MILD TW: MENTIONS OF SA, MENTIONS OF SH, DRUG ABUSE

You knew there was something wrong the second you saw the state that Angel was in.

— ❤︎︎ —

You knocked on Angel’s door, excited to finally have a day off together. He didn’t respond like usual. “Angel?” You asked, knocking again. Then, you heard it.

Sniffling. Choking. Sobbing. Crying.

You slowly creaked open the door, peaking your head inside. There was a soft neon glow from Angel’s pink LED lights, some smoke in the air that smelled of artificial cotton candy, wigs and makeup thrown over Angel’s vanity, and he was curled up in his bed. He was snuggling his pig, Fat Nuggets, and he had on an oversized baby pink hoodie, the hood over his face as he quietly sobbed into his pillows. There was a mirror and some straws on his vanity stand, some lines on it.

Carefully, you came inside. “Angel..? Are you okay?” You asked in a quiet voice. He looked at you, and fuck, he looked terrible. His eyes were red and puffy, so he must’ve been crying for a long time, and his bottom lip was quivering.

The second you were close enough, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, making you fall into his bed with a squeak. Fat Nuggets oinked and licked your face, making you smile sheepishly. “I’m not disturbing you, am I?” You asked Angel. All he did was shake his head and nuzzle his face into your hair, smelling your shampoo and sighing warmly. He was trembling a little, but you knew that your warmth was somewhat calming him down.

Angel eventually stopped crying. And you asked, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked, your arms around his waist. Angel sighed shakily, and he managed to choke out, “.. I fuckin’ hate my body, toots.” You gazed up at him. “Huh?” “I said I hate my body.” “But.. Why?” You asked, utterly confused. To you, Angel was a fucking goddess. You loved his arms, his fluffy chest, his soft locks, his mismatching irises-everything about him, you adored and constantly worshipped, and told him just how amazing and beautiful he was to you.

He sighed and squeezed you, finally letting it all out. “Val put me through the ringer tonight.. That’s why I’ve only been back at the hotel for an hour. Just, what those guys do ta me.. It makes my stomach twist. I almost got sick when I came home jus’ because-“ Angel was cut off with his own sniffle. You tenderly rubbed his back, encouraging him to continue. “.. It doesn’ even feel good anymore, toots… The way they treat me, so brutal and animalistic, I feel like.. Like I don’ deserve to be treated the way you treat me. Gentle, and loving.” That’s when Angel burst into tears again, holding you tight.

He kinda had your face nearly suffocating in his chest, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was making him feel safe, clean, and loved again. “Oh, Angel..” you whispered. “Those guys on set? They’re assholes, okay? They don’t matter. Val doesn’t matter. I can assure you, none of them matter. I love you, okay?” You said, leaning up to chastely kiss Angel’s neck. “How can I make it better, hm?” You asked, nuzzling his jaw sweetly. Angel sniffed and shrugged slightly. “Do you want me just to lay here with you?” You asked. He nodded into your hair before speaking again. “I’d appreciate that, toots.”

— ❤︎︎ —

The next morning, you woke up when you heard the shower running in Angel’s en-suite bathroom. You groaned and rolled over, missing Angel’s warmth. You sat up, and you saw him in his silk pink robe. He gazed at you, ruffled your hair, kissed your cheek and said sweetly, “Mornin’, toots.” You smiled at the soft gestures. “Good morning,” you responded. You heard the shower, perking your head up at it. Angel noticed your curiosity and asked slyly, “Wanna join me, toots? I wouldn’ blame ya,” he said with a smirk, pushing up his chest fluff enticingly. You rolled your eyes. “I guess.. But no funny business, okay?”

The shower was steaming hot and provided both you and Angel lots of comfort. You were tender as you washed each other. When you both came out, your hair smelled of strawberry mint shampoo. You dried each other off mutually before getting into cozy clothes. He snuggled you in bed, sighing happily. For once in a long time, Angel felt three emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time that he’d been longing for: clean, loved, and safe.

He felt safe with me, and that’s what mattered most.

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PHEWWWWWW 💕💕💕

I have no comments, I just did it

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I hardly post on my main but I might start up again

Lucifer and baby Charlie:3

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first date ღ

Angel takes you out for the first time since you’re new in Hell!

M4M/M4A, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

It was your first date with Angel. Saying you were nervous would be an understatement.

— ❤︎︎ —

You were scared to say the least. Angel helped you take a seat at a small booth in the coffee shop he’d taken you to. The seats were surprisingly clean, the red cushions soft beneath your bodies. The walls of the old coffee shop were stained and had splashes of odd liquid on them from old accidents, yet it seemed like an odd sense of comfort was lingering within the old walls of the establishment.

Angel got a capuchino. You really didn’t know what to get, so you just got a smoothie. Angel then smirked and said, “Don’t got a taste fer coffee, toots?” He asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes. “There’s just so many options.. It’s hard to decide.” You said back in a remark, your hands holding the faded yellowish menu. The smoothie you’d gotten was fruity, and Angel enjoyed his coffee. You both chatted and got closer. You realized that there was more to Angel than his flirtatious facade and sweet face. I mean, you already assumed that there was more, but you never realized how complex and caring he could be.

When you were talking about your past and how you’d gotten to Hell, you noticed Angel’s hand was soft as he placed it on top of yours. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t bring it up. Angel noticed this and smirked. “Aw toots, this okay?” He asked. All you did was nod, smiling bashfully at him. “Yeah, it’s okay,” You told Angel kindly. You and Angel finished your drinks, paid, and left. Angel wanted to show you around Hell, and who were you to refuse?

— ❤︎︎ —

Angel decided to walk with you, his large heels clacking against the concrete of the sidewalk, your hand in his. He pointed excitedly at all of the things he showed you: the outlets, the hellish porn studio, the clubs, the tv shop, a few small restaurants and cafés, downtown where the cannibals lived, and Angel was even gracious enough to take you up a building where where you could get a full view of the wondrous city.

“Wow..” You whispered. The night sky was a dark maroon, smoke waving in the air from the residents below, and smoky clouds that were breathtaking. You never thought you’d genuinely enjoy a place you’d been told was horrible your entire life, but Angel was helping you find solace in your new home. He looked at you, asking, “Beautiful, ain’t it, toots?” “Yeah.. Yeah, it is.” You responded quietly. Angel wrapped one of his lower arms around you, pulling you closer while his top left arm started gently playing with your hair. He pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, whispering, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt ya, toots.. Not under my watch.” He told you in a soft voice. His words made you blush and smile.

He gently cupped your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes gazed into yours, and time seemed to stop. “Y/N,” Angel nearly whispered. If it wasn’t for him being so close to you, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him under the sounds of cars beeping, people screaming/yelling at each other, and music starting to bump up from the nightclubs on the block below. “Angel,” you responded, your eyes fluttering a little. Your breaths mingled, coffee mixing with strawberries. When he kissed you, your eyes closed momentarily, tasting the sweetness of his soft lips. He cupped the back of your head, and your fingers twirled in his soft locks.

When you pulled away from each other, Angel’s four arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. You squeaked as your face landed in his chest fluff, and he nuzzled his nose against your hair in a sweet little Eskimo kiss.

Maybe Hell wasn’t so bad after all. As long as Angel was here with you.

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walking w/ the eggs ღ

You help Alastor with getting rid of the eggs. Of course, more bonding is done rather than harm.

MFA, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Who would’ve thought some talkative, energetic, and annoying eggs could’ve brought you and Alastor closer?

— ✩ —

You finally finished hammering in the final nail to Charlie’s poster. It read, ‘Happy 1st Week, Sir Pentious’. Charlie was so bubbly and full of energy as she told Vaggie, “I’m so happy Sir Pentious decided to stay at the hotel!” You noticed she was so excited that she dragged out the ‘el’ in ‘hotel’, and it was really cute. That was just something Charlie often did, and you adored it. You kinda wished you could be as optimistic as her. “Uhm, just a few days ago, he was trying to blow up the hotel..” Vaggie cautiously reminded Charlie. Sir Pentious then walked by with a large machine; it looked like the combination of a canon ball and a flamethrower. Your eyes widened, and all you did was nudge Vaggie nervously, climbing down the ladder you were on. “Uhm, Sir Pentious, what’s that?” You asked nervously. “Ah! Hello, my fellow resssident! I call this ‘The Ssskin Flayer 1100’! It issss my newessst invention! I am looking forward to ssshooting the other ressidents!” “What?! Why?” Charlie asked, seeming confused. You noticed Sir Pentious press against his creation almost protectively as he nearly hissed under his breath, “Everyone is too nice! It musst be some sort of trick!” Vaggie then sighed as she said “Pentious, people are nice because they’re genuinely nice. Nobody wants to hurt you-“ Right before she could finish, one of Sir Pentious’s egg minions snapped a latch on his invention, causing a beamed hole to burn through the ceiling above us.

Everyone’s jaw seemed to drop, and Vaggie cried out, “UGH! What did I say?! What did I just say? No more eggs!” “Not my little egg boyss! They do my evil bidding for me!” Pentious shrieked, his arms wrapping around their bulbous bodies. “Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?” Vaggie asked, her arms crossed. “Y.. Yesss..?” “Then no more eggs. And no more buying parts or making weapons.” Sir Pentious was so sad. You kinda felt bad for him, to be honest. He sobbed and wailed as he waved off his eggs, watching them walk away.

“I need to get rid of these things..” Vaggie moaned in annoyance. You perked up, quickly saying, “I’ll help!” “I know you want to help, Y/N, and I appreciate that.” Vaggie said with a sheepish grin. “But I won’t let you do this alone. You’re still a little new, and I don’t want anything happening to you.” “I’m strong! I can take it-“ “I mean.. I don’t want you getting mugged or something, Y/N. You’re smaller than us, I just want you to be okay.” You rolled your eyes and huffed playfully at that. The eggs followed you and Vaggie as you both walked to Alastor’s room.

Vaggie opened Alastor’s door. He was sitting at a fancy small round table, fork and knife in hands, cutting into a decaying deer. He was humming, twisting his fork in its innards and eating it. You were glad you had a somewhat strong stomach. Thankfully you couldn’t smell it for some reason, but the deer looked oddly lacking in color.

“Alastor!” Vaggie called to him. Alastor stopped, still widely smiling, fork full of grayish meat almost to his lips. “Do you mind? I’m in the middle of breakfast.” Alastor said calmly. Vaggie sighed irritatedly, the eggs behind you and her slapping each other and fighting like toddlers on a mini playground. “Pentious’s eggs are out of hand and I need you to get rid of them,” Vaggie told Alastor. He immediately stood up, his cane appearing out of nowhere, popping into his hand. “Oh! Well in that case, I’d be delighted to!” Alastor said, his smile wide-not in a genuinely happy way, but in a sinister way. Vaggie then calmly said, “.. Humanely.” “Hm. Well that’s a lot less fun; but, I guess I can take care of them on my outing today.” Alastor said in a chirp, walking past us. You followed behind Alastor, trying to keep up with him and his face pace in walking.

— ✩ —

The eggs were annoying as fuck. And not the subtle, soft annoyance; they were genuinely annoying. Like blisters on the back of your ankles after walking for a day on a hike.

“Oh boy! What’s the plan boss?”

“I like your suit!”

“What are the antlers for?”

“Can I touch your staff thing?”

“Are those your ears? Or is it your hair? I can’t tell!”

You noticed Alastor’s eye visibly twitched a little, and it made you have to refrain from giggling. It was adorable. Oddly enough, Alastor didn’t snap at the eggs. In fact, all he responded with was, “Follow in silence if you value your shell,” whilst tapping his staff against one of the egg’s shells kindly. Alastor walked with you, his hand accidentally brushing against yours. His skin visibly prickled. “Oh! I apologize, Y/N.” His speech was formal, yet hints of nervousness were in there. All you did was say quietly, “It’s fine, Al, really.”

Alastor couldn’t get rid of the eggs no matter what he did. And eventually, they were whining and moaning about being hungry. “You little creatures require food, too? Very well,” Alastor said tiredly, his voice in clear annoyance. We stopped at a small shop where it seemed to be a bakery. All of the little egg boys got a blueberry muffin, Alastor got an egg sandwich in spite of the situation, and you just settled for a smoothie. Everyone was at a round table like a tiny family almost. The egg minions wouldn’t stop fussing and slapping each other for each other’s muffins. You found it rather entertaining and amusing. Alastor just sat, smiling and humming.

“You know, Y/N..” Alastor’s voice caught you off guard. You looked at him, eyes wide as you waited for him to finish. “You’re not a bad egg.” “I’m sorry?” “What I mean, is you’re quite welcoming, Y/N. You seem kind.. I like someone who is kind.” His words made your cheeks flush. Alastor was known for not liking affection, or taking a fancy into anyone. But maybe you were special. Alastor gently patted the top of your head, his claws surprisingly soft even though they looked sharp.

You were a good egg, he said. Meaning you were special to him.

— ✩ —

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I love knowing he canonically likes coloring <3333 he has my whole heart istg

source by lostx07x

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The silliest of sillys

Recent Angel comm 💕 im so happy with how this came out

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What if Al’s radio stations get mixed up when he’s drunk?

(Personally, I imagined him drunkenly twirling an amused Angel Dust around the room while I was drawing this 🤭)

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I’ve been wanting to draw HuskerDust as humans for a while. I’m obsessed with them and their dynamic, Keith David and Blake Roman couldn’t be more perfect for the job 🖤 Of course all credits to the talented VivziePop and her team.

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missing earth ღ☁︎︎༄

You confess to Angel about missing the nice things on Earth-specifically the food and candy. He takes you to a convenience store right by his work so he can spoil you <3

MFM/MFA, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, PILLOWY COMFORT

Was it bad that I missed certain things on Earth?

— ❤︎︎ —

I wasn’t one to reminisce or think about the past often. Coming to Hell made me realize two things: nobody gave a fuck how bad of a person you were, or how good of a person you were. All that mattered was keeping yourself safe, clean, kind of happy, healthy, and finding somewhat of friends down the line.

Angel was more than all of those.

He made me feel better than I had with any partner I’d had on Earth. He was my antidote. I could be having the worst day ever, and one look from him could make it all melt away, as if it never happened. He made me feel safe. He helped me when I felt dirty. He always made me happy. He tried his best to make sure I was healthy. And most important of all: he gave me friendship and unconditional love. I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. Angel, Anthony-both the same people to me. He was my Angel, my Anthony, and that’s what truly mattered to me.

One day in the hotel, I was really mopey and sad. Angel was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He saw me and gave me his signature toothy smile, fluffing up his chest flirtatiously. “Hey, Toots.” He giggled. I was quiet. “Aw, didn’ get good sleep? Don’t worry, ya get used to da screams at night.” He chuckled. I sighed and shrugged, clearly sad. Angel pouted at that and patted his lap. I came to him, lying my head on his chest and snuggling into him. I felt all four of Angel’s arm’s cradle me, his lower arms holding me around my waist, and the upper pair gently playing with my locks. “What’s da matter, Toots? Ya aren’t usually this.. Lethargic.” “Wowwww, that’s a big word, Angel,” I said with a soft smile. I then drooped again after my smart remark. “… I miss Earth.”

Angel quirked a brow at that. “I’m sorry Toots, but-an’ I mean this in da nicest way possible, but what the hell would ya miss up there?” He asked me. I could tell through Angel’s brash words that there was a genuine sense of affection in them. He really wanted to know what was wrong; even if it was through stupid remarks and constant sex jokes that make goosebumps appear on my skin sometimes.

I started crying. I buried my head into Angel’s chest, full-blown sobbing and shaking. “Aw toots, don’ cry.. Sh sh, it’s okay, toots, let it all out,” Angel whispered to me sweetly. He kissed my head, letting me get it all out. Then, I managed to choke out in blubbered sobs, “I want a fucking KitKat!” Angel’s eyes widened. “.. Huh?” “I.. I want a KitKat. They were one of my favorite candies on earth, and.. And I’ve gone to nearly every goddamn store here, and I can never find one! I want a KitKat, goddamnit!” Angel could sense the anguish in my voice, and I felt him sigh. He kissed my head, whispering tenderly, “I get it.. You’re longin’ for it, ain’t ya? Say, why don’ I take ya down to a gas station by my work? They’ve got a fuckton of earth goodies.” My eyes gazed up at Angel. He gently wiped away my tears, and I managed to sniffle out, “Angel.. You’d do that for me?” All he did was gently boop my nose, giggling, “In a heartbeat, toots.”

— ❤︎︎ —

The gas station scared me a little. There was maybe two cars there, dingy gas pumps that had shit ripped out of them (but still worked according to Angel), a few drug vending machines, and of course the gas station. It had old red paint on the walls, a white roof that had chunks taken out of it from acid rain I assume, and the inside tiles on the ground were a little sticky. It wasn’t the gross kind of sticky though; it was almost nostalgic. Comforting. The kind of sticky that was there after Fabuloso had been mopped on the ground, the chemicals sticking to your shoes, giving you a little bounce once you were walking around the store.

A little bell dinged when Angel and I walked in. I was in awe. It was like one of those traveler gas stations. It wasn’t small and confined, but it was rather spacious and had lots of varieties of things to choose from. Angel had some coins, so he got a soda. I was looking, and I found my wondrous KitKat. I picked up an energy drink, forgetting how much I was missing those, too. “Don’ be shy, toots. Get whateva you want,” Angel told me sweetly, pecking my head. I gazed up at him, holding my two items. “Are you sure-? Angel, I don���t want you blowing your whole check-“ He put a soft claw to my lips, pecking my head again before ruffling my hair. “I mean it, toots. Get whateva, I promise.” Angel’s soft words made me feel fuzzy. He was too good to be true; a true angel that was a sweetheart beneath those brick walls he kept around his heart.

I ended up getting some chips, some more candies, sodas, a hotdog, and a slushee. It was blue raspberry flavored. Angel paid and we left, walking to a nearby park. It was just as broken down as the gas station; but again, it reminded me of simpler times.

Maybe Hell wasn’t so bad after all?

Angel and I sat on a broken in bench, starting to enjoy our snacks. The hotdog reminded me of my childhood, and the KitKat satisfied me greatly. I leaned my head on Angel’s fluffy chest as I drank my slushee. He’d gotten one too-it was cherry flavored. Angel looked at me and whispered, “C’mere, Toots.” He gently cupped my face and kissed me, his bottom set of arms wrapping around me and holding me close. I felt the kiss deepen, and I shyly opened my mouth for him, letting his tongue roam around and mark every crevice of my innards.

When he pulled away, his tongue was purple.

My cheeks were flushed greatly when I realized this, and I hid my face in his chest. Angel smirked and pecked my forehead, saying kindly, “I’m glad I could satisfy ya, toots.” He was right. I wasn’t as grumpy or sad anymore. I just needed a normal night for the first time in ages, and he managed to give me that.

I loved Angel so much.

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